Seasons changing, autumn's coming.

The birds, I see them flocking,
Readying for the long migration.

The locusts, whirring, in the trees,
leaving behind their shells, to mark their passing.

Colors brewing in the leaves, yellows, reds, oranges,
Awaiting the cool nights to brighten them.

Leaves twirling down from the limbs,
Spinning, blowing on the breezes.

Snapping twigs, crunching leaves,
Scattering before bright boots kicking them.

Crunchy apples, warmed cider, chili on the stove.
These are the things I love of autumn.